Bush eggs: none. Nest box eggs: one – it was raining. Feed hopper: three-quarters full.
Oh, great. Brian read last night’s entry and is now not speaking to me. I stick by what I said and I can also add to it by calling her a sticky beak with no respect for personal property.
Right, I’m off to talk to Steve, or rather I would if it wasn’t raining so hard on the tin roof of the chicken house that conversation is practically impossible.
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